Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 3. The soverayne beauty which I doo admyre

The soverayne beauty which I doo admyre,
Witnesse the world how worthy to be prayzed!
The light wherof hath kindled heavenly fyre
In my fraile spirit, by her from basenesse raysed;
That being now with her huge brightnesse dazed,
Base thing I can no more endure to view:
But, looking still on her, I stand amazed
At wondrous sight of so celestiall hew.
So when my toung would speak her praises dew,
It stopped is with thoughts astonishment;
And when my pen would write her titles true,
It ravisht is with fancies wonderment:
  Yet in my hart I then both speak and write
  The wonder that my wit cannot endite. 

1. Amoretti 80. After so long a race as I have run
2. Amoretti 87. Since I have lackt the comfort of that light
3. Amoretti 67. Lyke as a huntsman, after weary chace
4. Amoretti 10. Unrighteous Lord of love, what law is this
5. Amoretti 14. Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd

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